Why Pizza Was Exactly What My New Marriage Needed

I tell my husband: “Every success and every failure brought me to you.” This story begins with a failure that brought us closer.

A few months after my husband Tyson and I said our I DOS, I barely missed to win work, creating content for a pizza brand in pizza. I was excited about the prospect of paying for writing about delicacies baked in the oven throughout the day. As a native of Southern Connecticut, I grew up in a pizzeria in New York and in New York. Food and pizza assessment have been one of my favorite hobbies since my teeth. In the end, the company hired someone who lived closer to its headquarters in Austin.

Feeling my disappointment, Tyson went to Walmart and bought a pizza stove with coals for $ 99, which was spent on the middle oven Ooni. We immediately mixed our first batch of dough. Thanks to a couple of work in pizzerias after high school, Tyson turned the dough turned into such round balls that they looked like they could jump and skillfully throw them into a 16-inch pizza, as if he had never left the restaurant industry.

Tyson often gets an error for kitchen projects. During one phase, he baked cakes on a layer in delicate aromas, such as Pistachio, Rose and Saffron. Then he bought a triangular bamboo steamer and a metal pot to make Thai mangoes sticky rice in a traditional way. Usually I just help with ideas (and food), but the manufacture of pizza will be a project for two.

Creating pizza was not easy. It was difficult to use a relatively cheap oven. Our first pizza was a blonde at the bottom and burned out from above, no matter how long we heat the oven before baking. In the end, we learned to pull the burning coal from the oven, while every pizza was prepared, but our baking was still high care and disappointing.

So, I sent an electronic letter to Andy Brown from the Washington network, Colombia, Pizza Andy Pizza. Brown switched from a pizza home manufacturer to win the pizza championship in 2021 for his pies in New York. He shared with me his recipe, which showed that the dough that I used was too moist, but his most important advice was that “there are absolutely no labels for excellent pizza.”

Thanks to his help, we stopped putting too many fillings on our pies. The amount of tomato potore Cento with several slips of salt has become our sauce. We are grated blocks of Mozarella, because potato starch on pre -disconnected cheese prevents even brown.

Meanwhile, our new marriage grew, as our proof of the pizza test. Everything in the process is a model of what is needed in order to succeed in our life together. The dough, like any prosperous relationship, requires patience, and the process requires careful planning and communication from beginning to end. We learned to delegate on the basis of our additional strengths: I mix the dough, because his accuracy emphasized him; He forms balls for dough and throws crusts (I am chlutz); I head pizza because I want to create the perfect bite with the correct number of fillings; And we bake and eat them together.

Shortly before our belated honeymoon, Tyson gave me the oven of the university, which we dreamed about. Excellent equipment sent our pizza to hypertriv. Our pizza passed from pathetic to pizzeria. The low pies were covered with a leopard, and the edges bubble with Elan.

We are more in love than when they are with each other, and with the pizza that we do together. We are constantly introducing innovations with the methods of the new and the USA, such as cleaning ghee on our pins in order to achieve these desired tiny bubbles. The remains are often in our fillings, and Tyson’s favorite Pepperoni was replaced by the 65 Indochinese chicken, which was one of our favorite Pizza.

With pizza and our marriage, we are in it for a long time, which means the presence of traditions, but also in order to make a place for a small amount of novelty. Thanks to each success and every failure, we always have pizza – and each other.